Jet To No Where

Help me find out if I am on a Jet To No where…or just on stand by.

Just Holding on for Tonight

I absolutely love Chandelier by Sia. First and foremost, her vocals are opera-like with her ability to hit notes only dogs should be able to hear and holding them for eternity, as if her words were above me inside a cartoon like bubble.

Secondly, the story is exactly how I felt in my early to late twenties. Watch & most importantly….Listen:

https://youtu.be/2vjPBrBU-TM

She manages to say so much in just a few verses. Her voice is truthful…from personal experience. The best music and writing is. The music itself is beautiful and sensual…yet lonely and sorrowful.

Here is my question….why is acceptable for famous people to write a song about something extremely personal to them and put it all out there, but it’s not okay for someone like myself to be truthful about the same subject?

Is it because I am not famous? Is it boring when a regular, everyday person expresses the same feelings or experiences?

I think it is honest and refreshing for a person who is not in the limelight to write or talk about a something everyone else is only thinking about. Just as I stated in previous writings, no it’s not for everyone. But it is for me…I write from personal experience or inspired by someone else’s. I don’t use names, dates or locations….that is not who I am. Plus, I have so much I have written that I will never publish….and most people will never even know I wrote about an experience I had with them. It’s for my own personal use. I love to write…for myself. Some subjects are too personal and I will never share them…it’s my secret to keep.

People who do not read and write regularly will never get it. I have had only two people question why I don’t talk about my book….not even the title. They also do not understand why write about anything that no one will ever see.

Well, by that logic why do we feel the need to clean our homes as if Martha Stewart may be stopping by? No one will ever see it, right? I mean, I like a clean house, but if I’m not going to be home and no one is coming over, what’s the point?

Sia’s post-chorus states:

“But I’m holding on for dear life

Won’t look down, won’t open my eyes

Keep my glass full until morning light

Cause I’m just holding on for tonight”

No one has ever felt that way? I know I have. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away… damn, I wrote that in a previous blog. Repetition is creativity’s nemesis.

Her pre-chorus:

“1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

Throw ’em back ’til I lose count”

Yep…got that down pat back in the day…and maybe I will someday in the future, but I certainly do not want nor intend to. I don’t need alcohol to make myself feel worse on any given substandard day.

In fact, I don’t need liquid courage like I used to. I guess that comes with age and being comfortable and confident in my own skin.

Well, I think I have worn out my welcome at Starbucks. I needed the internet…and coffee. There is a lot a writing going on in here. I truly hope none of it is inspired by Starbucks….or coffee for that matter. Because if you throw back coffee like I used used to throw back drinks…everyone in here will have a huge problem holding on to anything.

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